Make The News

If I blew my brains out, momma, I wouldn't make the news
Because I'm not famous, I'm not pretty
So no one cares, it's true
And I (and I, and I, and I, and I) wish that I was rich
So I could finally be somebody they missed

I turned all my TVs on, let the lights dance on my skin
I say my life's not so bad but you know how I might forget
Olivia's standing in the kitchen with her friends
She says, "Stop complaining, you know I hate when you're like this"

If I blew my brains out, momma, I would've gone too soon
No, I'm not famous, I'm not pretty, but you'd still care, it's true
And I (and I, and I, and I, and I) wish that I was rich
So I could finally be somebody they missed

I turned all my TVs on, let the lights dance on my skin
I say my life's not so bad, but you know how I might forget
Olivia's standing in the kitchen with her friends
She says, "Stop complaining, you know I hate when you're like this"

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Credits
Writer(s): Jack Dosik, Austin Francis Sellinger, Christopher Robinson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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